Sunday, November 21, 2010

Hidden Joy

So tired this afternoon. Sorting and packing some things wore me out. Not physically - mentally, emotionally. God help me - I can't do this alone. Amanda helped but getting used to being alone is more than I can handle right now.

Sorrow - like waves on the ocean - roll gently through me,  over me. Hopelessness fills my every waking moment. Joy is hidden by walls of grief and pain. Fall, falling - down to the depths of death. My freedom.

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